Whiskey helps (me).

Money.

Makes sense. I mean he is the Birdman.

I can barely think about drinking….barely.

I was getting strange looks for taking notes in the theater.

No it's me. My old account can't log me on. It's almost as if something is really fucked up this morning.

Revenge of the Sexth

Not to mention cold and scared.

There's still whiskey?

It's rigged!

I'm in a Disqus vacuum and it is very, very scary. I need my whiskey blanket.

Where the hell is my icon? Why do I have only one comment?

What the fuck is going on?